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I am a Programmer
Alex
20/Male/United States
Why I Am Here
- To HAHA DISREGARD THAT, I
- To be deviant
Last Visit: 22 weeks ago
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Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
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"Being a hero doesn't mean we're stupid or crazy. It means we take a situation and know the risks. Although there are times when I look back at things and think 'Shit. That would have really sucked if that didn't work." -Starlight
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Me, I walk soft to don't wake up the day...
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"Being a hero doesn't mean we're stupid or crazy. It means we take a situation and know the risks. Although there are times when I look back at things and think 'Shit. That would have really sucked if that didn't work." -Starlight
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When the world fell down around my feet
And every step was full of broken glass
You took my hand
And walked the trail of fragments by my side.
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Wishing....
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Wishing for....
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Wat? Wat iz dis? Iz dat ze sound ov an opinion? I sink not, FIRE ZE MISSILES!!
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... and the Dirigible...
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When the world fell down around my feet
And every step was full of broken glass
You took my hand
And walked the trail of fragments by my side.
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